The three followed the old man's guidance and entered the village, drawing curious glances from those around them.
Their attire was unlike that of ordinary folks.
Song Yin was clad in a body-fitting Dao robe paired with a yellow cloak, giving off an air of efficiency and immortal Qi, uncharacteristic of mortals.
Zhang Fei Xuan donned splendid garments, casually waving a folding fan, his handsome features exuding a natural nobility.
Wang Qizheng's clothing was somewhat plain, but his towering height of over two meters lent him a wild aura, making him appear fierce and extraordinary.
They looked nothing like the locals dressed in simple linen, wearing patched and dirty clothes.
The playing children halted their games, curious as they watched them, and people peered out from windows with doors ajar, staring intently at the newcomers.
